My
beautiful beech tree, above us it towers,
A
constant shelter from those April showers.
Tall,
majestic, standing proud,
A
leafy protection beneath its shroud.
Offering
shade on a hot summer day,
For
family picnics and children at play.
Warm
sunny evenings drift into night,
Calm
and still beneath the moonlight.
Memories
of Autumn I no longer treasure,
Gathering
leaves is a toil of a pleasure.
Fluttering
and falling without a sound,
A
vibrant carpet soon covers the ground.
Crisp
and crackling beneath our tree,
Its
branches stripped bare for all to see.
Gnarled
and twisted – reaching high,
Towards
a bleak and wintry sky.
A
robin hops by, alone and bold,
A
solitary snowman stands frozen and cold.
Fingers
of frost stretch and crawl,
Dancing
snowflakes, how quickly they fall,
Covering
the earth now virgin white,
Storm
clouds gather as day turns to night.
There’s
no shelter now from the wind and rain,
As
the journey begins all over again.
